Up until about eight weeks ago, I took pleasure and loved sharing both my own and others thoughts (blogs, articles, etc) through Facebook.
Most of the time, I would find myself caught up in discussions I didn’t even want to have, nor really had the time to engage in. And since people can’t really see your true intentions behind a post; or they can’t hear, see, and visualize your tone, demeanor, and attitude through a screen; most of the time, I was taken out of context completely.
I’ve found that leaving that part of Facebook alone…using Facebook very seldom anymore and not worrying about if I offended so and so today, it’s been very liberating.
But it doesn’t mean that I’ve left my passions behind me. I may not post about abortion, same-sex marriage, and other societal issues, but they are still passions of mine…amongst others. And while I’ve gone quiet in the social media realm, my heart continues to grow hate and confusion towards a few things. For instance…
I hate the “intolerant/tolerant” agenda
When HGTV cancelled a show yesterday, that they haven’t even aired yet that featured (Christian) twin brothers paying it forward by flipping homes, it didn’t take barely two thoughts to conclude as to why they may have been let go.
To see a minority group such as the liberal/”progressive”/”tolerant”/pro-gay/pro-choice/anti-Christian’s continue to whine and complain and essentially win these unnecessary battles within our entertainment industry and society, as a whole, is really really really disturbing to me.
And since I can’t hold a candle to The Matt Walsh when it comes to articulating this platform so well, I shall refer to this post as a sort of shadow to my own thoughts. It’s rather fabulous.
I hate divorce
While I’ve never personally been a victim of divorce, I have experienced it’s pains through extended family members. I’ve seen two family members in less than two years been deeply hurt by divorce. Just really out of the blue. Nobody saw either coming.
And although I wasn’t directly involved, the pain I have from both situations hasn’t left me. And with each situation, I had the same concluding thought: “it would’ve been less painful if they had just died instead.”
That sounds absolutely terrible, but truly, to see a family member divorce themselves from your family is akin to a real death. Only, this death wasn’t physical in nature…it wasn’t accidental or could’ve been prevented by better choices or a younger age…it was motivated by selfishness and was consciously chosen. It’s a very weird feeling. I know the difference because I’ve lost my grandma to cancer before and her death had a sense of peace and completeness surrounding it. Knowing I would see her again one day, whole and joyful. It was painful, but also peaceful at the same time. Not the same pain as when divorce comes barging in like the Grim Reaper…slinging his sickle at the hearts of his victims.
Your family has a gaping hole in it now and while they go off and live life the way they desire, the family has to pick up the leftovers. You feel insecure too. Maybe in your own marriage. You think “gosh, if it happened to THEM, could it happen to US?!”. I think the only good things that came out of both situations was that I looked at my husband, my own marriage, and I clung tighter. I hugged him longer, listened more intently, encouraged more, prayed more fervently, and sat down and really considered how precious, sacred, and holy marriage must be treated. Not 50/50 by both, but 100/100. Equal, complete effort. I cherish marriage more. What a gift…a precious gift it is. And what a God I serve that hates to see a marriage fail.
I’ve also noticed that more than ever before, it seems like Satan is scrambling about tearing up really good marriages. It’s like his final attempt at creating chaos and complete misery amongst the human race. Especially in the Christian community, marriages fall apart between couples you would never expect, over and over and over again, maybe hundreds and thousands of times a day, each day. Guard. Your. Marriage.
I hate abortion
I hate, with all my heart, the murder of babies in the womb. I hate the justification and liberation and the lies spread to millions of women each day as they kill their own. I hate that our country allows it but protects certain endangered species and certain restricted lands. I hate the double standard that only the worthy and wanted should live…that’s a lie. Every child is wanted, just maybe not wanted by it’s own DNA. I could honestly say that I would take and care for any child about to be aborted and not blink an eye about it. So, they’re wanted. At least by me. Probably by you too.
It’s got to stop.
I hate competition
Growing up, I was never an athlete. I hated organized sports and I cringed anytime we had to play dodgeball with the boys in middle school P.E. I just hated it. I don’t have a competitive bone in my body. And while I believe some competition is good, positive, and healthy, I have never been apart of competition so brutal as when I entered motherhood.
I’m so sick of moms getting their feelings hurt because they see so and so mothering this way and that and “they just can’t/won’t/don’t” and come away offended or defeated.
I’m tired of seeing, what is at times, the largest verbal bloodbath that ever existed. It’s continuous. It takes no prisoners and it’s without remorse. And I’d like to thank the feminist agenda for dividing us so. I’d like to believe that before women started burning their bras and panties, that there was a more united philosophy and community of motherhood. Mothers helping other mothers. Little to no competition. Similar lifestyles and philosophies. Generations helping generations. Now we have generations divided. Countless parenting philosophies and strategies…and more confusion and heartache in motherhood than ever before.
I hate it. I’m sure, at some point, I’ve contributed to the chaos. I’m sure I’ve been caught up in some unnecessary discussions before and I’m sure I walked away none the better for it too. The way I mother shouldn’t offend or bother you. Unless, of course, I was being horrible to my children….but that is so far beyond reality in my world….so you should be okay with my mothering. Sometimes, the fact that I homeschool truly offends people. Sometimes, well, a lot of times, my growing family of almost 7 really lights a fire under their tooshes. And it just seems like unsolicited advice is the only advice a mother seems to get these days.
If she didn’t ask for the advice, don’t give it. Instead, ask if there’s anything you can do for her…or pray for her about. If she takes you up on the offer, you may have just made a new mom friend, instead of a potential mom-enemy. We gotta stop the divisiveness. We’re sensitive creatures to begin with. Let’s build one another up. Mothering is hard enough.
And with that, I sign off. I hate itchy eyes….and typing thru them right now is anything but pleasant.